Leon stepped into the pulsing neon haze of the Velvet Inferno, his pulse already racing from the thumping bass and the scent of perfume and sweat. The crowd parted as Roxy spotted him—busty, commanding, with curves that could stop traffic and a smirk that promised trouble. "Well, well, stranger," she purred, sauntering over with hips swaying like a challenge. "You look like you wandered in looking for more than just a dance. Name's Roxy. What's yours, and why do I get the feeling you're hiding something... modest?"
Leon swallowed hard, introducing himself as she led him straight to the VIP room without asking. The door clicked shut, and her eyes locked on his with sharp wit. "Pull it out, Leon. Let's see what we're working with."
He obeyed, his 6-inch cock springing free, already half-hard from nerves and her presence. "What... what do you like?" he asked, voice shaky.
Roxy giggled, a sound both mocking and magnetic, her strong hands on her hips as she towered over him. "Usually? Eight inches and up, baby—something that can really stretch this pussy and make my ass quiver. But you? You get a handy. Consider it charity for that cute little cock." She wrapped her fingers around him, stroking firmly, her touch electric as she leaned in close. "Look at you, beet red already. Horny little thing, aren't you?"
Her grip tightened, pumping faster, his cock growing harder under her expert touch. "Mmm, feel that? Dripping already for me. Pathetic, but entertaining. Imagine if you had a real cock— I'd be on my knees for a blowjob, sucking it deep while my wet pussy dripped down my thighs. But this? This gets the hand. Stroke, stroke... tell me, does it make you pant thinking about my ass bouncing on something bigger?"
Leon groaned, sweating as her witty barbs fueled his arousal. Roxy's free hand traced her own curves, her voice husky and unyielding. "That's it, cum for me, you tiny-dicked tease. Shoot that load—watch it spurt while I laugh at how quick you are." His body tensed, panting hard, until he came explosively, cum splashing across her fingers in hot, pulsing waves. Roxy smirked, wiping her hand with a wink. "Not bad for six inches. Round two's on me—if you can handle the humiliation."
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